I'm a T-shirt kinda person.... about the only time I wear something other than a t-shirt is when I get dressed up for church on Sunday. (Or weddings and funerals.) I have a closet full of crisp new tees and ratty old faithfuls, some with various pictures on them like roosters, beach scenes, or flowers; others have nothing on them, just basic colored ones, some have stains and are mostly worn for mowing or cleaning out the barn. I love each and every one of them because they all have a story to tell, maybe because of where I bought it, or because it was one I was wearing when something memorable happened.
On a recent trip to Tractor Supply I came across this.....
I thought it would be put in line behind some of my broke-in, soft, comfy tees- but it's headed straight for the front of the closet.
Because now it's my favorite.
This was the conversation that took place the first time I put it on.
Hubby: "Is that new? It's... pink!"
Me: "Yeah, I don't think I've ever owned anything pink before...."
(the sound of me shuffling my feet and blushing...)
Hubby: "You look good in pink!"
I think I'll wear it to church on Sunday.......